I'm always where I need to be.

This one, I have to say, is one of my more dark poems.

Actually, correction, this is my darkest poem.

Written by moi on the second of December, 2010.

"Cadmium Red"

'I'd rather slit my own throat.
Not hers.
Let blood drip down my throat,
and convulse, convulse, convulse.

The blade twists,
I'm happy.
I only find that my heart,
It's bursting out.

I'd rather taste cold, heartless metal.
Round on my tongue.
Take one for you, 'cause,
I suppose emotions breathe again.

My arteries between your canines.
The most beautiful pain,
painted a fantastic work
on the wall."